Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 12

Chapter 12

After breakfast, Liam took a black suit jacket from the coat rack and held it open. Kenneth stood, spreading his arms as he slipped into it, adjusting the collar and cuffs with his usual crisp precision. The old housekeeper, Lisa Palmer, reached for the matching tie, ready to help him with it.

But Kenneth's eyes shifted to Ophelia. "You do it

Ophelia blinked, startled. "Me? I don't know how

And she really didn't. Growing up in the slums, no one ever taught her how to tie a tie.

Til teach you once, Kenneth said, placing the tie in her hands. He gently took her soft, petite hands in his, guiding them as he lowered his head so she could reach. The tie looped around his neck, and together they fumbled through the motions.

With the height difference between them, Ophelia had to crane her neck to look up at him. She was so focused, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration, that Kenneth's thoughts started drifting, Watching her like this, he felt an overwhelming urge to take her on the spot. He figured if he didn't pull himself together and stop staring, he wouldn't make it out of the house today,

Once it was finished. Kenneth's expression slipped back into his usual cold, detached mask. He settled into his wheelchair, ready to leave. But just as he was about to roll away, Ophelia called out. "Wait,"

She dashed upstairs in a flurry of excitement, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Moments later, she returned, dressed in a fresh outfit that mirrored her determination.

She recalled Kenneth's words from the night before that every outfit should be shown to him first.

Clad in a light brown polo shirt paired with a short skirt, her long hair elegantly pinned up with a pearl clip, she exuded a cool, composed confidence that belied her twenty years. There was an air of sophistication about her that was decidedly unchildlike, more akin to a seasoned professional.

Tm going out in this today," she said with a smile. I thought I'd show you first."

Kenneth's ga

gaze faltered, his heart skipping a beat. He watched her with an intensity that deepened with every second. "She remembered what I said. She actually cares.

the wheelchair, took her by the neck, and kissed her. This kiss wasn't like the ones before, full of raw possession. This time, it

shift in him, and

forehead resting against hers. His voice was low

one seducing

her soft lips, the heat in his eyes slowly ebbing away Then, as if in playful revenge, he ruffled her hair, messing up the

and fell from the intensity of the moment, Ophelia found herself

a call" she said with a warm

through the speaker. "Ophelia, have you lost your mind? How dare you lay a hand on Emily at the gala? You need to come back here immediately,

was like the phone itself was vibrating from

raised an eyebrow, her thoughts racing. I laid a hand on Emily? Since when? Could

Chipset th

tossed into

Last night, she'd hada sneaking suspicion about the whole thing. And now, this call seemed to confirm it. Smiling to herself, Ophelia replied sweetly. "Sure, I be right over" "Let's see how this plays out. There's still a crucial piece of evalence missing, and I intend to find it, she pondered

Hastings Villa, Emily saw the video leak first

best to silence the media the night before, some small outlets still managed to release footage from the event. As the news spread, Heather alternated between comforting Emily

owner of Rosewood Manor, Heather thought bitterly, but now it's dear she's as venomous as a stake, I never should've brought her back into the family. She's only ever brought shame to us, the caring daughter I raised myself This whole situation can be dealt with pretty easily, Harry suggested, leaning back casually. "The video doesn't show any faces, so if

Ophelia approached, a coffee cup shattered at her feet, its contents-rich, freshly brewed coffee made from the finest beans-splattering across the floor. Some of the shards grazed her ankle, and bright red blood trickled down her slender leg Heather glared at her, her eyes burning with

the back

her voice pitiful and her eyes wide, brimming with fake tears.

deep breath, then pointed at Ophelia, her tone sharp and commanding "You. Clear Emily's name right now. Tell everyone that

living room, noticing that Owen wasn't present. If Owen isn't here, then

to our family's reputation? The company's stock could plummet. Dad's on a business trip. You need to take responsibility before Dad finds out about

eyebrow, her expression incredulous. "Have you all forgotten, or are your memories just that short? I've already cut ties with your family. Why

Harry started, but couldn't finish, clearly

turned her gaze to Emily, who stood there looking so innocent and helpless. Without warning, Ophelia stepped forward,

about to be slapped, but quickly straightened herself. 'Go ahead, hit me, she thought. 'It'll just make them hate her even more. She's digging her own